All Chapters of If Loving You Is Wrong: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

"That won't do." Charles Taylor flatly refused, not waiting for her disappointment, then added, "We can come out to eat." Emma Rosy blinked, thinking, "Sure, we can go out to eat, but does "we" include him? "Mr. Taylor is busy at work, how can we be bothered?" At Eva Taylor's frantic gesture, Emma Rosy bargained with him stiffly. "Joe Wright didn't tell you? He promised me last night that he would not see Eva alone unless you and I were present." Emma Rosy and Eva Taylor looked at each other, both sighing at Charles Taylor's wisdom, but they had to agree. After hanging up the phone, Eva Taylor collapsed on the bed and shouted, "This bastard Charles Taylor, I really misjudged him, he actually sacrificed his own sister to chase a girl!" Emma Rosy just opened the software to choose a restaurant, heard the words again, and looked up at her: "What chasing girls, do not talk nonsense." "I'm not!" Eva Taylor rolled around on the bed with a pillow, arguing unconvincingly: "He s

The light was so blinding that she raised her hand to block it, but was rebuked and had to squint at They police officers seated across from her. "Why did you bring me here? Shouldn't you be answering questions in the office outside?" Emma Rosy had been a witness in several cases involving Marisa Miller, so she knew that when witnesses took statements, they were not treated this way. The police officer grunted lightly and spoke in a low tone, "After all, you've been in prison, you seem to know our torture process very well, in that case, confess truthfully and don't waste each other's time." Emma Rosy hung her head and sighed, unable to say what it was like in her heart. It turns out that because she had been in prison, so extra suspicion is attracted to be special treatment ah. "Tell me, why did you kill someone?" Not giving her time to think alone, the police officer asked questions quickly. She had a clear conscience and could not resist questioning, so she firmly deni

The following day. Accompanied by his assistant, Alex Brown went to the police station. "I am the owner behind the restaurant and bought it in the first place purely for the convenience of dating Emma...... aka Emma Rosy, the object of your current suspicion. Including the back door of the restaurant, which I also ordered to be altered." The police officer nodded and continued to inquire, "The original restaurant owner never mentioned your presence, was it at your behest?" "That's right. The turnover of a restaurant is irrelevant, and as long as it doesn't bother me, he can handle the day-to-day affairs." Alex Brown still sounded calm. The officer then asked a few more questions, but since he had been abroad all this time and had no knowledge of what had happened in the case, he didn't ask any useful information. Seeing that the officer seemed to have finished asking questions, Alex Brown folded his hands and leaned towards his desk: "Now, can you tell me the progress of th

She was not Tina Everard, but an impostor. But who she really was, he didn't know yet, did he? After the initial nervousness, the beautiful doctor gradually regained her senses and asked in a low voice, "What do you want?" Alex Brown shook his head: "I'm not interested in anything about you." Because he didn't care, he didn't feel the slightest anger even though she was full of lies, but rather used it as a bargaining chip to threaten her to leave. The beautiful doctor comprehended Alex Brown' meaning and suppressed the loss in her heart. "In that case, I promise not to embarrass Emma Rosy any further, and you will acquiesce to my continuing to be Tina Everard and remain in your care." "I have my own family doctor." Alex Brown refused. "But he's not professional enough!" Tina Everard stepped forward, throwing away her dignity and pleading, "I just want to help you heal, even if it's to repay you for helping me hide my identity, okay?" Alex Brown' eyes lingered on her

He gritted his teeth and re-dressed himself, regretting that he had listened to Matthew Miller's orders to go out and collect a debt yesterday, otherwise he would not have been badly injured and now his movements were affected. As darkness fell, he pushed open the window and looked down. The guest room on the fourth floor was higher than he had expected, and at the moment, with his painful wound and lack of mobility, the chances of a smooth landing were even lower. But, there was no choice. After turning out all the sheets, tying the head and tail into a dead-end knot, tying one end to his waist and the other to the end of the bed, and carrying his duffel bag, he mounted the windowsill without rebellion and climbed backwards and downwards. The surface of the wall was very smooth, he stomped hard, and his freshly wrapped wound bled again. When he reached the second floor, his physical strength gradually reached the limit, although his hands clutching the bed sheet, but his body